So quick little blurp about yesterday morning. Morning number 2 of epic fails. I woke up at 8:06, and because we have to make up class, we had class at 8:30 instead of 9:00. Great. So I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, washed my face, and ran out the door. I felt bad because my host mom asked if I wanted food, but I didn't have time.
In short, I ended up running to class. Boo. I bet I looked pretty funny running to class, but it was quite the painful experience (literally I have a bruise on my hip from my purse hitting my side over and over again that's probably about 3 inches long). Lesson learned.
When I showed up to class, I was only 5 minutes late. Still technically on time since I have 10 minutes before it counts as an absence. We also got our test back a few minutes after walking in the door. Definitely did not do well. At all. Worst test of my life I believe? Oh well, guess I need to have some more tutorías with Fausto. Shoot.
But today I'm taking the train into Madrid to catch a bus to go to Valencia. Valencia is about 5 hours away, and there's a huge festival going on in Valencia this weekend called "Las Fallas." Pretty much, from what I've heard is that it's a lot of fun, and people light stuff on fire? I'm game. My friends and I are staying up all night and then taking the bus back at 6:00 A.M. to Madrid. Should make for an interesting night. Well I need to get going because I have to leave in about 30 minutes, but I'll be back tomorrow sometime and will let you know how everything goes. ¡Adios!